The shemale on male sex you've become accustomed to from me takes a bit of time to build to, but if your mind is a little warped and your cock a lot hard by the end of this story, Sugar's done right by you. ;) * Foster didn't know what to expect as he opened the door. Foster entered the warden's office with more than his fair share of trepidation. She didn...
This story was inspired and requested by a gender-fluid friend, who happens to be a talented bootblack. The bootblack character is based in great deal upon her/him, and her/his requests for what would be in a story. Certain specific language used ("cunt", sissy, faggot, for example), is by her/his request, to more closely mirror how s/he likes to be treated....
"Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire." -- source unclear * Vanessa stopped at the door of the dance studio. She had to be crazy. She was twenty-two years old. Who started dance lessons for the first time at that age? Some of her friends in school had started lessons when they were still barely toddling. Obviously there were people who s...
Margie Wendt looked at the charge sheet and realized that she did indeed have one more patient to work with before she could give in to her day long, no, week long, anxiety and go home to worry with Dale, her son, about the fees for his med school education. It had been so totally on her mind lately that it was almost the whole of her mental environment....
If this story pleases you, send me an encouraging email. This is a work of original fiction. Do not copy it or use it without the express written permission of the author. Enjoy. – moreau * * * * * The air in the dance club was intoxicated with the pulsing boom-boom of hip hop, spilled beer and cosmopolitan floor wash, and the musky mingling of smoke and s...
I knew when writing the first chapter that I'd get around to writing a follow-up chapter. This one definitely requires another installment sometime as well. I mentioned at the start of the last chapter that there wouldn't be tons of sex from the get-go, the same can't be said for this chapter. ;) * Foster's tongue lapped at Miss Julia's cock head. It'd bee...
Eiko: Hey dad? Dad: Yeah? Eiko: Um how long is this transformation supposed to last? Dad confused: Uh since this is your first time it’s completely random to tell you the truth. Eiko: What!?! Why didn’t you tell me? Dad: The timing was pretty unimportant and we were both in trouble so, at the time the thoughts of using it were pretty null. Eiko: I have...
When her husband pulled the big Sedan over, Aspen figured he just needed to take a piss. It had been a long flight, and Foster wasn't really a fan of long flights. When she'd picked Foster up from baggage claim, he'd seemed restless, but happy to see her. He'd hugged her, and then they shared a long kiss before she felt his hands slid down over the curves of...
The White Subaru pulled up beside him. He quickly got out of his car and opened the passenger door of the Ford SUV. He took the overnight bag from Anya and tossed on the back seat with his own as she got into the passenger seat and put on the seatbelt. Rushing round he jumped into the drivers seat and put the car into gear. He glanced over at his passenger....
Welcome to the sixth story in my "* Me" series. I've appreciated your feedback more than you could imagine. It helps power me through those moments of doubt. Please keep it coming! I'd also love to hear what you'd like to read about next. You can contact me via the Feedback form. Take care, and happy reading! --SWE ~ ~ ~ Foster Carrington entered the plush...